Tumor
32 creative works found
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The Crickle
by NovacrimeMy friend, my own special friend. A friend quite literally to the end. It all started well. It’s nice to have a friend. It ended ba…
My friend, my own special friend. A friend quite literally to the end. It all started well. It’s nice to have a friend. It ended badly. It ended sad. But thankfully it ended. Thankfully the pain wept away. I’d known for sometime. I felt it with me, but not part of me. Neither it nor I could hide any secrets as we shared the same thoughts, though we did not share the same heart and we existed as close strangers. Until I found how it lived, how my relationship with it was much, much more to do with my death and less to do with my love. Imaginary friends like normal friends need to feed. Though the similarities end there. I at seven had the energy of ten adults. The zest that affects all children. It was at seven it appeared. Never alone no matter how outcast I may feel, never to let me down like many so it seemed had. I started dying. It was feeding on me. Digesting the magic-electric that powers all of us yet remains unknown to us. Life. Crickle told me its name. In a world of enemies Crickle became my closest friend. My reality. As I grow sick Crickle came to understand I knew it was killing me. Doctors, hospitals, tears and screams. Now my daily life. It was bearable because I had Crickle. Crickle told me it did love me as it had loved all its hosts. But like all before I was depleted. It must move on like an animal of the African Savannah, one water hole to the next. I was drying up. The last days of my life I spent locked within a torture chamber outlined by the boundary of my skin. Blood choking my lungs. Cold metal bars replacing my once warm agile bones. The chill was growing within. For Crickle it was time to move on. As Crickle was leaving me, it was forgetting me. Leaving me empty. Taking my last particle of energy to power it to its next source. Alone. A used battery. I die.
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Can’t win. Don’t try. Here’s a de-motivational poster of mine. I took the picture as well as doing the frame (oo-la-la, white text on a black background, fancy me) so I recommend if you buy this print you buy it unframed since I don’t know how to ask the good people here to include text in a frame.
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BUY A CARD = CANCER DONATION
by Charles Dobbs PhotographyA special thanks going out to the person who bought 4 cards of Butterfly Wish...
A special thanks going out to the person who bought 4 cards of Butterfly Wish Please know that your purchase and all the RedBubble proceeds received will be going to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston Texas. Now for an update on my step-father. This week he was back at M.D. Anderson for tests to see how the recent round of chemotherapy is doing. The news was not good, but not bad either. The spots on his liver had only grown about 10%, however, the three lymph nodes in the area had grown by 50%. We are now at a decision phase. There is another chemo drug that can be tried, but the oncologist was not hopeful it would work. He did recommend it was time to start a clinical trial when one was available again. He also talked about a new drug that was only available in Europe that was having some good promise, but was not available in the U.S. and was also VERY expensive. So…decisions have to be made what to do at this point. Sigh… If you are wondering where I have been, well, I am working again. The company that laid me off as a contractor, has rehired me as a contractor in another department. I started last week and have been pretty busy learning all the new stuff. This week I have been sick and after I get home from work it is off to bed as I was trying to get over this crap. Didn’t work, I was just miserable all week and finally had to go to the doctor this afternoon. I will try and catch up with everyone’s work as soon as the snot faucet stops flowing from my nose. =( CD
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Record High
by candidenutsIt’s the heat, you know? Slows the limbs.
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And emotion piece created when the doctor told me that my mother had developed another tumor in her brain. This one was inoperable…
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Snowy mountains, Australia
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WHEN THEY OPERATED AND EXTRACTED THE TUMOR THEY COULD NOT DECIDE IF IT LOOKED LIKE A CAMEL OR A HORSE..IT LEFT THEM COMPLETLY BAFFELED. I am pleased to be pairing my work with / Robin Monroe who is an amazing talent as her poetry blew my socks off! She is a hidden gem! Robin wrote this piece and I felt this is exactly the feeling and process I that went hand in hand while creating ‘Abstract Brain Tumor’ I create art with my emotions… Sometimes I’m happy / Sometimes I’m sad / Sometimes I’m feisty / Sometimes I’m Mad / Sometimes I’m Crazy / Sometimes I’m Sane / Sometimes I’m sensual / Sometimes I’m sensitive / Sometimes I just don’t care / All of these moods inside of me / are released through creation / So my mind can rest in peace…. PERSONAL PORTRAIT OF AN ABSTRACT BRAIN /
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this juvenile female cardinal has a tumerous growth on her upper beak, does not look good for her, it hasn’t slowed her down so far, she is able to find the sunflower seeds and bresk them open to eat them.
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;D contest entry for Natalie Tyler / Reveal Yourself 100th sale and a contest dilly / thought i might upload an art version ;D
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;D contest entry for Natalie Tyler / Reveal Yourself 100th sale and a contest dilly / fun fun / my brain, revealing itself xDsaying hello! / this is what i pictured when i was reading about the contest theme. / oh man hard to explain this one without seeming insane / oh well (wink) Congrats on soo many sales! / i hope you enjoy this, it took some time ;3
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A pink ribbon for Breast Cancer Awareness and an Artist Trading Card further highlighting the issue.
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The Beast and I
by linajiI wanted to look at a part / Of its claws / That scratch at the surface and / Bind up my jaws
CONTEMPLATING CHRIST
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hope you like it! / and if you can, light up another one ;-)
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Need to do some Abstract work today… feels yummy to play..
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SWIMMING HOLE
by linajiHE HAD STEEL BLUE EYES AND BLACK BLACK HAIR AND I WAS IMMEDIATELY IN LOVE.
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MY HEALING: I Don't Want To Fight For Life
by Anna Commer...I have lived this life fighting for You… now I have to fight You to live…
There’s a world concealed from their ears… There’s a world behind their back and they can’t see it… Exoneration… Written Dec 2008
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PLEASE VIEW LARGE..XOX / Model: Alanna Reynolds What kind of Mess Was She IN? / Words by / TERILEE / 2008 What kind of Mess Was She IN? / What inappropriate action / Self incriminating performance / Will she be forced to defend? / Nothing / Something / Everything / In her eyes / She did no wrong / No foolish rhythms / She stands / Proud / Matched / Right along / With the tempered beat / Of their illusionary drum / Any mess you may see / Is only a reflection / Of what you want her to be. I ALSO HAVE THE HONOR OF INTRODUCING YOU TO A WONDERFUL POET/ARTIST UFOSISEE WHO WROTE THIS PIECE TO GO WITH THE IMAGE.. FAULT LINES I / BY UFOSISEE / 2008 I always treasured the days of my past / But now the future holds a battered blast / Oh it dances a tango to tap a contrast / Who knows the significance or if I will last / The page from sage has been turned by age / And my so called intelligence fills this cage / Inside alone, my roars loud anger and rage / But quiet to a crowd that surrounds my stage / So the only colors I see are RED and BLUE / That holds an ocean of the deepest rue / If I try to escape, the land is of red goo / Stuck to the tones of torture like glue / How many questions she hides and declines / By road blocks that are steepened with more inclines / Face tracks, like maps, a path of tears that defines / Travel if you dare, this equator my heart along the fault lines. I am pleased by RB’s spirit of COLLABORATION it is wonderful feeling. One more person who heard the call came to me with this very different take on the art. I have know and admired his art for quite sometime …. Tony aka Anthony Plastino III His take was off the wall WONDERFUL!! He got me to thinking, Tony does that to me!! FAULT LINES II / Anthony Plastino / 2008 Sitting… was she sitting? / Maybe, well singing… wait… was she? / Oh GOD what has happened here? Okay, then when she sat… Wait – could she? / How then was it that this phasing / pulsing, melt okay, So she was singing… wait, who could hear? / No-one there, the tree fell and … no / It didn’t make a sound. Hey! / ... / ... / Wait! Come back… the angel was… / yeah, ok… / bye FAULT LINESIII / By Greg aka megrag53 A victim of self-inflicted wounds / I see / a sadness in her eyes. / The windows to her soul / are fogged . / Bad choices / have consequences / that reach deeply inside. / Shadowing the hope / I know / is still there. Fault Lines VI / By CJ LEWIS / 2008 Sadness of eyes reflecting / Fault lines of past mistakes / Did it really happen / Or perchance a dream that fades / Looking back brings depression / To the door of being / Once more / Through forgetting / Where life lies at present / With the Breath each day / Stop hindering the simplicity of being / By life presented in moments of now / Take only what is in the present / With lessons learnt / Let the fault lines / Fade / To where they belong / And where history should stay… / With past days MUSIC BY..CAROL KING
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In 2000, my ten year old son was diagnosed with a brain tumor. In total he has had 6 weeks of daily radiation, 28 months of chemo, 3 1/2 years of growth hormone therapy, and more MRI’s, tests, weekly blood counts, hair loss, surgeries, needle pokes, ophthalmology and oncology appointments, and blood transfusions than we can count. Last summer during a routine MRI it was discoverd his tumor was starting to grow again. It’s located on the optic chiasm, so the concern is that increased growth means more pressure on the optic nerves, and Jake is then at a greater risk for losing more of his vision. He is legally blind so saving what vision he has left is one of the most important things to us all. Last June he started chemo for a second time. The treatment plan was to end chemo in late fall, but his body has other plans. Due to allergic reactions to his chemotherapy drugs, his treatment ended several months early. All we could do were MRI’s every three months to check the growth. Only time would tell if Jake would benefit from the months of chemo he had. The next few scans showed the tumor was stable and had no new growth. For now we are holding it at bay! The good news is that Jake’s blood counts are back to normal, he’s full of energy, and normal 17 year old sarcasm. He is a straight A senior and is on his way to college next fall to study film. His dream is to become a movie director. If someone close to you has cancer, now is the time to take a stand and keep hope alive! Advocate for those you love and tell cancer we’re not gonna take it anymore! This is their year to conquer. Together we can kick cancer’s butt for good!
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Waiting
by dakotagirlMommy, can I have surgery tomorrow…and can I bring Jake’s puppy? laugh a soft laugh, pretend it’s ok / pull the blankets up to her ch…
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Selfportrait, from “Break the Silence” series, focusing on Art against sexual abuse. Resources: PrettyBrush
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For my friend who survived a brain tumor and is doing well now 10 years later. Hugs man!
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In this photo collage the Kennedy brothers, John F. Kennedy and Robert F. Kennedy are joined together again with their youngest brother, Edward (Ted) M. Kennedy, who did them proud carrying on the family tradition with his life of service to the American people. No truer example of the dream living on exists than the path these great men have established for the citizens of the United States of America.
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One man can overcome big problems….
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can't wait to go back to SCAD!
by LizVengeancethis semester should be good! / I shouldn’t have any problems at all =] (I had to come home after 2 weeks because I had already missed 90%...
this semester should be good! / I shouldn’t have any problems at all =] (I had to come home after 2 weeks because I had already missed 90% of my classes and used up the 4 absences due to seizures and a migraine that the hospital said I had to take 2 days off school, even though they never treated my migraine, they gave me a muscle relaxer and I said my neurologist would want an MRI and they didn’t do any of that and never turned off the lights except for 5 minutes and then took a urine sample for no reason and talked very loudly (it seemed loud) and it was just a bad hospital. didn’t even have real wheelchairs!) anywaysssss I went back to my neurologist when I got home, upped my seizure meds, and I have seen incredible improvements / they thought i might have cancer, then a tumor, and tests were run and no improvement, so people started praying. my entire church prayed, and everyone I knew, even people that didn’t believe in God still prayed for me. / I used to have seizures daily / now, in about a little over 1 month, I have not had a single seizure in 3 weeks! all signs or even small chances of cancer or tumors are 100% gone =] so for anyone that has any doubts in their life, even if you don’t believe, pray. I was lucky it worked in a little over a month, but it never hurts to have hope =]
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